Khonani
[ Season 4 | Episode: 18 ]

Hey... Did you know that everybody here went out last night? Without us?

Liz:

Oh, nerds!

Liz:

Nerds? Nerds.

Tracy:

Yeah, Thursday Night Thunder. That's been going on for years.

Liz:

You know about it? How come I've never been invited? Don't you think that's a little bit rude?

Tracy:

Well, I yelled ''Baba Booey'' at Walter Cronkite's funeral, so I actually have no idea of what's rude or not.

Liz:

Yeah, well, let me...

Tracy:

But I couldn't thunder last night, because I had to take Angie to the E.R. She had some complications with her pregnancy. So that kind of trumps your little problem.

Liz:

Oh, yeah, you're right. How is she?

Tracy:

Well, she's fine and the baby's fine. But they put her on bed rest until her blood pressure goes down.

Liz:

Well, listen, Tray, if there's anything I can do, please let me know.

Tracy:

There is one thing. Could you take care of Angie like a husband until this whole assache blows over?

Liz:

Absolutely not.

Tracy:

What about you, K?

Kenneth:

I'm on it, sir.

Jack has a decision to make

Jack:

Oh, my. I haven't seen your brow that furrowed since you saw that picture of Helen Mirren in a bikini.

Liz:

How is it possible? Is she a wizard?

Jack:

A question for another time, Lemon. I was with Avery last night, and I almost had a Nancy-related incident.

Avery:

Oh, Jack.

Jack:

Oh, Nan... na.

Avery:

What?

Jack:

I was saying, ''Oh, Nana.'' Have I not told you about my grandmother fetish?

Jack:

Avery actually tried to get on board. Later that night, she put some mothballs behind her ears and fed me peppermints.

Liz:

She is in it to win it.

Jack:

This can't go on. I'm making a decision about Nancy and Avery today. I'm going in the bunker. No distractions. I had Jonathan remove the bar and my collection of 18th century French erotica. I've had to make some tough calls over the years. Switching Sheinhardt's wig production to 100 percent Chinese cadaver hair. Turning down Dick Cheney's offer to become King of Iraq. Selecting the brand, new logo for N.B.C. It's fresh. But this Nancy, Avery thing is the toughest decision I've ever had to make.

Liz:

Well, I'm glad you're taking it seriously. Although sometimes, when you try so hard to find love, you can't see that it's been standing in front of you the whole time.

Jack:

Oh, good God, Lemon.

Jack:

What did you come in here for?

Liz:

Last night, I saw my entire staff out at a bar. They go out every week, and I'm never invited. Do they not even like me?

Anyway, my mom said that if you guys are going to throw me a work party, it has to be this week.

Jenna:

Oh, no. Really?

Cerie:

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. It's just that the schedule's really filling up now that Aris is finally getting over his Stockholm Syndrome. Oh, that reminds me. You guys may have to walk down the aisle with some pirates.

Jenna:

It's just, I don't think I can plan a party this week. I'm doing a juice fast and it's making me really grouchy. [Screaming]

Liz:

You know what? This is perfect. I'll have that party tonight. And it will be fun. And you'll all see that I'm fun. So screw both of you. And screw everybody out here! Liz Lemon is having a party! ♪ And there ain't no party like a Liz Lemon party 'cause a Liz Lemon party is mandatory ♪

[Jonathan speaking Hindi]: Five Minutes?! Popes and princes count their Donaghy time in seconds!

Jack:

Now would be a good time, actually, to handle the janitor situation.

Jonathan:

But sir, what about...

Jack:

I always say bosses should stay deeply involved with their subordinates.

Jonathan:

Does this mean you're coming to my cabaret?

Jack:

Jonathan, close the door.

Jack:

Please. So what can I do for you?

Khonani:

It has been a week and I have heard nothing from you, sir. Have you forgotten our agreement? About me taking over 11:30?

Jack:

I'm sorry, what?

Khonani:

Five years ago, I threatened to quit unless you got me out of the late night shift.

Jack:

Wow, other than some notable recent exceptions, N.B.C. never guarantees employment terms five years in advance.

Khonani:

I have a contract.

Jack:

That is my signature.

Khonani:

You signed it on April 22, 2005.

Jack:

Okay, in my defense, every April 22nd I honor Richard Nixon's death by getting drunk and making some unpopular decisions.

Khonani:

Well, I want the earlier shift. It's better pay and more prestigious. Ever since I am a little boy, I am dreaming of hosing the tonight shift.

Jack:

Okay, uh, calm down... ...Khonani. I understand that I made you a promise, and we're going to keep it. Because this is N.B.C. The Biggest Loser network.

Khonani:

So you'll fix this? Today?

Jack:

Well, this is a janitor emergency, and I really have no choice but to make it my number one priority.

Khonani:

Good, thank you. Can I have those pictures for a special book the janitors keep?

Jack:

Absolutely not.

Tracy Sr

Kenneth:

Good... Good monster. Good, scary monster.

Tracy:

Hey, Ken. Isn't that a fun place to stand? Oh, I forgot to warn you about my dog, Tracy Sr. I trained him to hate white people. Because, not to profile, but most ghosts are white. This is my boy, here. And look what Angie did to him. She set up an invisible fence. He gets shocked if he tries to leave the property. Just because he'd run away and cause car accidents and impregnate neighbors' horses. He's trapped here, just like me.

Kenneth:

Sir, you're not trapped. Mrs. Jordan just wants you to be here for her.

Tracy:

I'm trying, Ken! And I want to be responsible. But I've been me for a long time.

Kenneth:

Well, Mrs. Jordan isn't asking for a lot. Right now, she just has a craving for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Tracy:

No, we're not supposed to do any sex stuff while she's on bed rest. Oh, like, a real one! I'm on it.

Tracy:

Maybe this will get Angie to stop calling me irresponsible. Just stay focused and take this sandwich to my wife. Nope, I'm in a strip club. My bad.

Party Planning

Liz:

Hey, Jenna, if I'm expecting about 20 people tonight, how much ice should I get?

Jenna:

Oh, you don't want to mess with that stuff, Liz. Ice has caused a lot of O.D.s in the porn community. Oh, you mean frozen water? Well, I don't know.

Liz:

I just, uh, don't want to forget anything.

Jenna:

Don't worry. No one's expecting a lot.

Liz:

No, tonight is going to be different. There's going to be booze and a karaoke machine and that Black Eyed Peas song they wrote for bar mitzvahs.

Announcer:

Jenna Maroney to the floor.

Jenna:

Sure, it will.

Liz:

Hello?

Jack:

Lemon, you know... Subhas, the current first shift janitor?

Liz:

Uh, kind of.

Jack:

According to the janitor community... you call him frequently regarding home toilet situations.

Liz:

No, it's not that, we're dating.

Jack:

Lemon, please. Look, I just need his phone number.

Liz:

Wait, what does this... have to do with Avery and Nancy?

Jack:

That is taking a backseat... to this janitor situation right now. I need Subhas to step down.

Liz:

But Subhas does a great job.

Jack:

Look, five years ago, I promised Khonani the earlier shift.

Liz:

Why would you ever promise that?

Jack:

Honestly, these immigrants have a tough life... no health care, and I kind of just thought he'd die before it became a thing.

Liz:

Are you sure that you're not just using this... as an excuse to avoid your real problem?

Jack:

Lemon, this is a janitor emergency. I need that phone number.

Liz:

Okay, let me find it. Subhas... Scrolling...

Jack:

I know you know it by heart.

Liz:

Liz: 9-1-7...

Jack:

All right, Khonani. If I've learned anything from recent experience, it's that we have to handle this next step with Subhas very delicately.

Khonani:

Oh, don't worry, Subhas will want to leave, spend time on his hobbies. He collects classic car... cardboard. Classic cardboard.

Electric dog collar

Tracy:

Ken, why did you let me go to a strip club?

Kenneth:

I tried to stop you, sir, but you threw your dog at me.

Tracy:

This is bad! Because I can't change. I'm like a chameleon... Always a lizard! [Phone buzzing] This better be a meeting. 'Cause I'm important!

Liz:

Tracy, it's Liz. I want you to know that, at my party tonight, you are off the leash. I want to see the behavior that got you kicked out of the Inaugural Ball.

Tracy:

I can't, L.L. First of all, the Secret Service never gave me back my t-shirt cannon. And second of all, I've got to stay home and take care of Angie.

Liz:

What? no. Come on, you have to come. I need you. This party has to be off the hook.

Tracy:

People don't say that anymore. They say, ''Surf Party U.S.A.''

Liz:

Tracy, this is important. I have to prove to my co-workers that I am not some angry, un-fun woman who doesn't deserve to be included. [Speaking German]: This party must go perfectly! They will regret disliking me!

Tracy:

Look, Liz Lemon. I know your feelings are hurt. But parties are like frisbees. If you throw them the wrong way, they'll veer off in a bad direction. And then your kid will fall into a quarry.

Liz:

What?

Tracy:

Don't throw a party for vengeance. It will turn on you. Like your wife, after your kid has fallen into a quarry.

Liz:

You know what? Fine, I don't need you. I am going to crush this party Liz Lemon style.

Tracy:

I don't know what to do. A party is in trouble, and I'm the only one that can save it.

Kenneth:

But your wife and unborn daughter need you here.

Tracy:

I'm torn, K-Pax. I know I should be here, but my body's going to take me to Liz Lemon's. What do I do? Put the electric dog collar on me.

Kenneth:

It would be my honor.

Innoventing

Jack:

Subhas, thank you for coming in and for showing me your, uh, special book. More men in it than I would have expected.

Subhas:

Book is book.

Jack:

Indeed.

Jack:

Now, Subhas, you've been with us a long time. And you've done great work here. But we need some new blood. I've decided it's time for you to step aside, and Khonani will take over at 11:30.

Subhas:

No, I am in a union.

Khonani:

Well, I have a contract.

Subhas:

Meeting over.

Jack:

No, no, hold on. There's always another option. What if we reinvent the way people think about their nightly trash removal?

Subhas:

No, thank you.

Jack:

What if the night shift just got a whole lot earlier? Gentlemen, there is a way for everybody to get what they want and for me to look like a genius and a hero.

Subhas:

You are bull-crapping us.

Jack:

No, I am not. I am ''innoventing''. A word that I just ''innovented''.

Jack:

N.B.C. It's fresh.

Kenneth becomes Tracy

Tracy:

Man, Tracy Sr. took off fast. He did not want to live here.

Kenneth:

Sir, far be it from me to question a plan this well thought out, but what's going to keep you from just taking the collar off?

Tracy:

You're going to pour glue in the lock. That's how my kids keep me out of the liquor cabinet.

Kenneth:

And of course, I'll be here to help.

Tracy:

No, Ken. There's something else you have to do. For all of us. Unfortunately, there's only one Tracy Jordan. But sometimes, he is needed in two places. You are Tracy Jordan now. Go. Go save that party.

Kenneth:

Yes, sir.

Tracy:

Wait, I don't walk that well.

Khonani I'm the trash shift

Jack:

There he is. How's your first day going?

Khonani:

Oh, I don't know. You tell me.

Jack:

Khonani, I don't know enough about being a janitor to understand what you're trying to tell me.

Khonani:

There's no trash, Jack. Ever since you moved Subhas to 10:00, he takes all the trash. No trash left for Khonani.

Jack:

Okay, well, there's a solution to this. What if you and Subhas share 11:30?

Khonani:

No, I wouldn't do that to 11:30.

Jack:

What are you talking about?

Khonani:

What are you talking about? There are two people who want the same thing. They can't both have it. You need to make a decision.

Jack:

I can't. Damn it, I can't. Don't you think I know what it's like to have two amazing people who both want the same thing? I do. And with Nancy and Avery, I'm the thing, Khonani. I'm the trash shift.

Khonani:

That sounds very difficult.

Jack:

It's impossible. It's paralyzed me. I just want everyone to be happy.

Khonani:

It doesn't work that way. One person's heart is going to be broken. You have to choose.

Jack:

I'm sticking with Subhas, Khonani. I'm sorry.

Khonani:

Okay, I know that was hard for you. And don't worry. I have a job for me at Fox... ...woods. Foxwoods Casino. My cousin is head janitor there.

Jack:

You ought to get that cough checked out.

Outside the electric fence

Tracy:

This better be ''meetment''. I'm importing.

Kenneth:

Mr. Jordan? It's Kenneth Parcell. From work and friendship.

Tracy:

Hey, Ken.

Kenneth:

With all the excitement, I forgot that Mrs. Jordan had asked me to get her blood pressure medicine. She left it in her car. But sir, her car is parked out on the street.

Tracy:

Oh, my God.

Kenneth:

I know, it's outside the electric fence.

Tracy:

Oh, my God! I just didn't want to go outside! It's chilly!

Kenneth:

I can come back. This is all my fault.

Tracy:

No, this is something I have to do myself.

Kenneth:

You're a good husband, Mr. Jordan. [Dog growling] Sir, is there any chance your dog followed me here?

Tracy:

Yes, he probably picked up your scent and is hunting you. I suggest you cut off a finger and throw it in the river.

Liz goes wide

Jenna:

Wow, Liz! Good work. This looks like the post-coital suite at the N.B.A. All-Star Game.

Liz:

Thanks, Jenna.

Liz:

Well, so now that everyone's here, maybe someone should say a few words.

I'm glad you could all make it to Cerie's party. I don't have a lot to say. Just that the bar is open, and the karaoke machine is ready to go.

Frank:

Karaoke? Awesome. Yeah.

Liz:

You think I don't know what that is? I know about Thursday Night Thunder! And I know that I'm not invited!

Pete:

Uh-oh.

Liz:

I deserve to be loved.

Frank:

Oh, no, she's going wide.

Liz:

I am a proud, single woman.

Lutz:

How did it become about this?

Pete:

Go out the window, save yourselves!

Liz:

I may not have a real family, but I thought at least I had one at work. Which is not what I wanted for myself, by the way. You think when I was a kid, I dreamed of some day paying $1200 for a karaoke machine to impress a bunch of pasty losers?

Jenna:

And a professional singer who's beautiful, but doesn't know it.

Liz:

So now, let's all go around the room and apologize to me.

Frank:

Oh, my God. This is the worst...

Kenneth:

Oh, I had nowhere else to go! [Barking]

Lutz:

Dog! Dog attack! [Screaming]

Tracy is free

Tracy:

Huh? Maybe this doesn't work on people. [Screaming] My neck! My swan-like neck! Must fight through it. Also must weed lawn. I made it. I'm on the other side. I'm free. I can go anywhere I want. Like Liz's party. Or one of those places where you skydive over a huge fan.

Tracy:

Hmm, maybe it doesn't work on people anymore. [Screaming] It still does!

Dog attack

Liz:

[Dog barking] Why is that thing following you?

Kenneth:

Hunting me. Electric collar. [Screaming]

Pete:

There's no fire escape in this room.

Frank:

Why are we even here? You make us show up, you start yelling, and then we get attacked by a dog.

Jenna:

Cerie didn't even come. That's just a cardboard cutout of her.

Lutz:

But I rescued her. [Screaming]

Pete:

Everybody shut up! We need to figure out what we're going to do.

Liz:

[Growling] Oh, really? Now I'm a part of the group? Now, you like me because you're in trouble and you need someone to bail you out?

Toofer:

Yes, that's exactly why we like you.

Frank:

We love you. You solve our problems. That's what you're good at. So what if you're not fun at parties?

Jenna:

Yeah, you know who's fun at parties? Paris Hilton. Andy Dick. Tracy. And they're all going to burn in hell.

Pizza Hut

Tracy:

Oh, God! If you deliver me from this, I promise every Sunday for the rest of my life, I'll go to... Huh? I'm through it. Pizza Hut! I'll go to Pizza Hut.

Liz is the mom

Toofer:

Look, if this is a family, that makes you the mom. And you don't want to go out drinking with your mom.